I'm on a fishing boat in the Maldives, riding a rough sea and dodging tuna as these glistening, slippery rockets of muscle are hauled up and tossed onto the deck by a line of 10 or 12 frenetic fishermen.

How does Greenpeace -- which has historically been associated with not only white people, but often with furry, white animals -- grow roots on a continent where environmental devastation has often been perpetrated by Westerners?